Can I Be Your Girl

8

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"So he ran to the garden just to escape her," I relayed to my friends what happened inside the labyrinth as we walked to the private exit. It was 4: 30 in the afternoon, exactly thirty minutes after Yvanna indirectly dragged me out of the labyrinth. Ooh, and afterwards, she flicked my nose for interposing in her so-called, "critical interrogation."

"So what happens next? She'll creep on other students too?" Kris asked humorously and I shrugged as a reply. Reaching the barren street outside the tall walls of the school, we then proceeded to walk towards my mother's dress shop named Josephine- a namesake for her favorite March sister- which was lined with her other shops, all of which were located inside Powell Avenue; to buy suits for an upcoming auction our mothers organized for patients of early onset Alzheimer's disease.

Now I know it sounds stupid because Alzheimer's is known as a disease of the old. But what most of us don't know, is that there are actually people out there, who're too young with this disease. And I've seen them, and even made friends with some, before they were completely sucked in by the degenerative brain disease.

I've seen relatives watching over their ill loved ones in vain as Alzheimer's has no cure. And I must say, it's heart-breaking to see wives and husbands turn into nurses for their other half's sake and children no more than ten slowly lose a parent, who now needs more guidance and care of a fellow adult than them.

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Not a single vehicle passed by the streets around the school as the building stood a bit further from downtown providing students and their parents' security over possible street accidents concerning reckless drivers. The street itself was stroll-worthy- with its array of sturdy trees aging 300 years more or less and wild flowers that we're currently fully-bloomed, decorating either sides of the long street- that driving in cars was considered asinine as it was disrespectful.

"Oh well, the girl's a hard-worker, I'll give her that," Gerard commented while taking pictures of the scenery around us with his phone.

"Yeah, that's one for the book. Except she's doing it in all wrong and scary ways," Kris butted in before posing for the camera.

I rolled my eyes and inserted my hands inside my pants' pockets. Soon, we intermittently walked as we took some photo snaps every now and then on account of Kris's and Gerard's fervid desire to strike a pose.

Luckily despite of the delay, we reached the busier streets where Josephine was located before the sun was down. Looking through the shop's pristine glass wall, I saw a staff by the counter having a hard time talking to a blonde costumer.

"Okay girl, don't you know who I am? I am Alicia Powell, wife of Jonathan Powell, so you better not cross me you—"

"Aunt Alicia?" I asked, unsure if this rude woman was indeed my aunt. She turned around in an instant and both our faces held surprise. Aunt Alicia's mouth opened and a sound stuck out before her mouth closed all together.

"Grey!!" She exclaimed in a tremulous tone as my friends and I headed to the counter.

"What's the problem here?" I asked the sales lady only to find her face ashen and frozen.

"I-uuhhh... "

"Your mother needs to learn how to hire competent staff instead of randomly picking them out of the streets."

"Aunt Alicia," I warned. "But it's true!" She turned to the sales lady whose name tag told me she was Ella. "You guys need to learn that costumers are always right. And that's unquestionable. "

"Ma'am I'm really sorry for the inconvenience but we really can't sell the dress to you since it's already sold and only waiting to be checked out."

And it turned out that the dress my aunt wanted was bought by a Powell high student for a party, and it just looked like a typical wear for a teenage party girl; a glittery red, spaghetti strapped, A-line dress two inches short mid-thigh with a plunging neckline. Well that was what Ella said, but in my vast vocabulary of feminine clothing, I easily recognized it as an all-purpose negligee.

Yeah.... not really something a middle-aged woman would wear. But of course, I wouldn't voice that out.

"Aunt, may I ask, to what do you need this dress for?" Aunt Alicia's eyeballs threatened to jump out of her sockets as gasped at me.

"Oh dear, what a silly boy! It's for your upcoming birthday! Don't tell me you forgot?" She flashed me that typical adoring smile of hers. My friends and I, though, chorused in laughing uncomfortably.

"No, we haven't. Not while mom's talking about it every second of the day. But my birthday's two months from now so..." Seriously, what's up with my female relatives being overly excited and eager of everything?

"See Miss Alicia, there's still two months. Just give up the dress. "Kris, the considerate boy that he was, attempted to make light of the situation. Aunt Alicia pouted and mumbled a soft "But I want It," childishly. I sighed before speaking.

"I guess you could buy it... "

Aunt Alicia's face rapidly switched from sullen to ecstatic; contrary to the look of alarm Ella's face held. Gerard slightly elbowed me and I knew he was questioning my actions.

"... But then, two months from now, that would be considered... uh hmm... 'So last season'..." I mimicked Tatiana's mantra and the tone she used whenever she spoke of it. Once again, my dear aunt gasped

"You're right." She proceeded to shower me with compliments and apologize to Ella who looked awkward receiving my aunt's apology as much as I did moments prior.

"I'm so sorry for being rude to you dear. I'm just so stressed of my son, Greg. He's being stubborn."

My entire body froze at the mention of Gregory. The things he told me the last time we met was haunting me in my sleep and I felt that they weren't empty threats. That he knew something was coming for me or someone close to me. And that something wasn't good.

"But do you know what to call a person who avoids his fears?"

"Dead Grey! That person is dead!!"
"And if you continue doing so, I won't be surprised if sooner you'll meet your end."

"Remember that."

Those were the exact words he told me and I thought of it countless of times. Was he talking about me? About my family? Was it his gang? Did he cross them and now they're threatening our family? Was he giving me warning or just playing a dirty insidious game at me?

So many questions were left unanswered. And in that exact moment when I thought my mind was the only thing capable of utter chaos, gunshots shot through the glass and everything else slipped out of control. 

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Oh no!! The trio is in danger!!! Let's hope they survive this or else.....

Or else what Bubble??

Well, Grey, Kris and Gerard can't die because they're our main source of entertainment from this story duuhhh!!

And Yvanna has yet to prove her worth Grey!! Give the bratty girl a chance. Survive this obstacle!!

-Bubble